The witnesses of Galicia’s multiethnic past are still there. But piece by piece they vanish. Many already don’t know about their meaning any more. When I was in Hrymailiv in February to change from one bus to another, I asked a few people for the location of the local synagogue. No one of them had ever heard of a synagogue in town. Today I was there.
Hrymailiv must have been almost completely destroyed during the war. There are hardly any old buildings to find. By far the oldest building is the synagogue. Finding the synagogue is not difficult. It stands on top of a hill that is the old town center. A ruin. High undergrowth makes it hard to access. Inside a forest has grown. A roof isn’t there since a long time. In two windows one can still see stars of David, maybe once edging colored glass.
A part of the facade collapsed next to one of the windows. More parts will follow. One day, the synagogue will be gone – and with it the history of Hrymailiv.
Tomorrow I’m going to Czernowitz.
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